Elayna: "Alive or like a roasted chicken?"
Aunt: "Alive! I loved that chicken!"
Grandmother: "I stayed up all night building that chicken coop in the living room in the dark, not letting her find out."
Aunt: "And then that turkey killed it. I liked the pig, too. But it bit me. I want a goat." She addresses her brother: "Hey, if I get a goat, can I keep it in your backyard?"
Aunt-in-law: "Excuse me?"
Me: "It should be an angora goat, so you can spin the hair."
Aunt: "Angora goat. We should have two."
Aunt-in-law: "Where would you even get a goat?"
Aunt: "Down in Lake County they have some. I talked to the lady the other day. They're just about ready to sell. We should go goat shopping tomorrow."
Long discussion ensues about what parts of the yard will be fenced off for the goat, et cetera, and Adam is sitting back laughing in utter disbelief and giving me this look that says, quite clearly, this explains you. Yes.
It's nature, not nurture. Now you know.
I still demand a hedgehog. Soon as I get a laptop. I'm up to $565 for that. *nod*
And we are actually totally going goat shopping tomorrow. Win!